Most of the time, I'm vocal about wanting to sit anywhere but the back. This typically offends the hostess who dramatically rolls her eyes and subsequently the staff approaches our table like we're the most high-maintenance act in town. This is even more of a turn-off. When I brought my parents for my birthday, without even giving my mom a heads up, they led us to the back and she instantly demanded a different table closer to the front. And even though they are older, more respectable members of the community, we were looked at down each waiter's nose for the rest of the meal. It's just not enjoyable when you're throwing down $15 for an entree.
I'll tell you what works, though. This is the best fish and chips in town. Beer battered cod is flakey and crispy. The potatoes are wedge cut and the tartar sauce is less mayo, more herbs and lemon. Absolutely delicious. After so many attempts to turn this into our favorite, insanely convenient spot across the street, we realize now that it is best enjoyed for its simple specialty. I can't wait for summer to enjoy fish and chips with a cold Fat Tire on the patio.
I guarantee you'll be sucked in by the day's specials and funky appetizers. Don't do it. Everything is ok but the fish and chips (and the ceasar salad in a fun giant wooden bowl) are great. I've had some real misses, actually. Fish and chips. Do it.
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